Eddie & Hopper
Hopper wished he had his gun. It would go a long way toward making him feel less in danger. But also, not really. Guns were great against human and animal threats, but rather ineffective against monsters and creatures from other realms. He'd found that out the hard way.
And really, he felt like they'd be getting off easy if the roots and vines didn't come up from the ground and ensnare them. Yeah. He couldn't defeat that particular aspect of the Upside Down. He probably should have died that day, and he was grateful every day that he hadn't died in the very literal belly of the beast.
"Any thoughts on how we get back to the creepy little town? Cause I'll take that over this any day." The hairs on the back of his neck were on end. He felt...something in the air. He wasn't sure what, but he knew it wasn't anything good. It was never anything good.